Friday, February 26, 2016

Verbena, Imagined




That tree, standing like
A guardian in the middle of the valley
Is my only friend
My solace, a place to let my head
Rest.
Branches, gnarled fingers
Stretching towards Heaven
reaching for a delicious piece of a dream
that fails to materialize
because I hold back
in sharing of what I know.
My tree, my friend, solace
Away from the crowds and decay of the city
My own peace accomplished here.
Green, verbena, valley rolling around me
Like a sea I can not conquer
Only befriend and hope that I am saved-
Madness in such beauty.
Madness
But who isn’t touched
By something that they know they can never
Possess
Only sit idly by
And wait, hope, wonder
Of a dream
In the shape of a tree.







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